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Chapter 3
A few months later, Midgar, Barracks...
Guns. One word that was not suppose to be associated with Cadet Fair. Ever. He was an excellent shooter with a good aim and good reflexes, the terror of target practice sheets and short tempered instructors. The first time he held a gun was a M16 assault rifle which he caressed like it was Wutain silk or General Sephiroth's hair. He undoubtedly creeped out his superiors but Cadet Fair showed potential. Cadet Fair had a perfect head shot count even though he denies ever using a gun before. Preposterous! Cheat! The next time they had practical artillary he decimated the the training dummies with an awfully cheerful expression while most had the tiger look. It was terribly unsettling.
"Alright, Fair. Tell us how in the blazing hell are you a good shot when you obviously hadn't held a gun in your insignificant little life before enlisting!" his Sargeant ordered.
Zack smiled sheepishly, "Uh, I think I got my aim from my mum, sir. She was a legal mercenary back in her day while my Dad's a psychologist."
There was no need for further explanation as Fair could go on and on about his family. It was better not to provoke a chatterbox. Now they know the perpetrators for bringing this menace into the world, though a very interesting combination indeed.
He was good, no, the best shooter that rival with an efficiency of a Turk. But Shiva, he was a trigger happy. The glint in his eyes were wild and manic whenever some of his fellow cadets scoff at his shooting skills.
Rule number One: never anger Zack Fair when he holds a gun (though he seldom gets pissed off because of how optimistic he was but it was better than handing over condolences).
The raven teen would aim and shoot like there's no tomorrow.
Rule number Two: do NOT let Zack Fair anywhere near the emergency flare guns and grenades and that includes anything flammable.
Cleaning guns became a part of his daily routine. He was in love with the smell of bullets and the drawback force whenever he fired a round. Zack's first girlfriend was a black handgun he named Soshana. Obsessing over Soshana kept him from his constant urges to burn the barracks down with his stash of matches and lighters.
AN: Soshana from Inglorious Basterds
-midnightgamin